Natalie Merchant Nude Novels & Stories

"Everyone knows Aria was just injured recently. There's no way she could recover this fast. We're definitely all going to get a taste of her charms, right? I heard she's especially wild in the Alpha's bed. Can't wait to see for myself." A warrior with scarred arms laughs crudely. "Damn! Never thought I'd have the chance to watch porn starring the Alpha heiress of Moonborn Pack and the Luna of Duskwalker Pack. She always acts so high and mighty. Really want to know what she's like behind closed doors." Another one licks his lips greedily. "The Alpha's so generous, willing to share his mate's videos with us. We'll follow you forever, Alpha!" The men exchange knowing looks as they glance toward

Nita said, "It is better when he cums on you." The third time was even better. Rather than join the girls in pressing, Nita decided to sit on the other side of me and get herself off with her fingers. We made a little masturbation sandwich that way, me stroking my cock, my sisters lying on the ground, and Nita on the other side. Her legs spread wide, hiding nothing. She already had her top off and for this round, Nita stripped down naked. I was surprised to see that her pussy was covered in dark, curly hair completely untrimmed. There was something arousing and naughty about that.

He answered with a hint of amusement. Kara stared in wonder at the painting. It was her standing under the small waterfall, it showed no discerning features, but it was one again so well painted that it looked like a photograph. Her back was on full display, showing the ripples of her muscles, along with the slightly pointed ears he had added to the other. The swell of her hips was soon swallowed into the water and she was once again amazed at his talent. “This is called ‘Water Nymph’.” He answered her silent appraisal. “And it is one of the last ones I need to wrap up before we leave, because I wanted to warn you that it would be in the exhibition and what you could expect.”

the doorknob began to turn, With her head still lowered Natalie hasn't discovered our nakedness as yet, "Hey Meg, I got you ice cream to help you feel better......." She froze when she saw us butt naked and there were no questions needed to conclude what just took place, "Um I'm sorry..." She stood staring at us, "Oh God… I’m so sorry" using her hand to shield her face she apologized again realizing she was staring at Anthony's dick. I grabbed Anthony's jacket and covered his shaft, it's okay for Natalie to see my nakedness, she's has been here the last couple of days, keeping my company so now and then I would walk out the shower naked but Anthony was off-limits.

“And I can see why?” Natalie straightened her back and stepped in front of Palmer, her arms crossed tightly against her chest. “I don’t care what you saw. You can carry on doing what you came out here to do.” She arched an eyebrow and pointedly glanced at Nathan’s date clinging to his arm. The date was a tall, leggy brunette in a dress two sizes too small, making her small breasts overflow in the sweetheart neckline. Nathan held out a vape. “We came out here to smoke; I can guess what you were up to.” He gave her a salacious wink.

' The sun had just risen at that point, and the morning light shone in, creating a hazy golden light around Natalie's body, which looked indescribably holy. Darryl was taken aback when he saw that. Natalie's face flushed as she felt Darryl's gaze and was indescribably shy. Her heart was pounding at the same time. In fact, Natalie had always admired Darryl and fantasized about being Darryl's woman. She was also aware that she was the Raksasa Tribe's Empress. She could not be with Darryl due to her extraordinary status. She never imagined that Darryl would see her naked body one day.

“Sorry to disappoint, Mack-Attack, but no.” I tried not to let my disappointment show. She had a great collection already, and we could enjoy them again. I was about to ask, but then she threw the link wide open and suddenly my mind was flooded and my entire body went still. Natalie with fuller breasts. Her skin blushing. “What’s going on?” But she just smiled and sent more: Natalie with a rounded stomach, laughing and then groaning about a sore back. “Natalie…” I breathed. Natalie sleeping in our bed, curled around a tiny bundle.

"That's what I thought. Just... try to keep any retaliation proportionate, would you? We don't need a full-scale territory war right now." After discussing a few more minor pack matters, Bernard finally took his leave. I found myself drawn toward the studio where Natalie was working. The door was slightly ajar, soft classical music drifting from within. I approached quietly, not wanting to disturb her concentration. Through the gap, I could see her standing before a large canvas, wearing simple painting clothes that nonetheless highlighted her delicate frame. Her hair was tied back loosely, a few strands escaping to frame her face as she worked with intense focus. I pushed the door open wide

I passed through the main door of the nightclub after the guard checked my identity card, though I was impatient with such procedures. I froze the moment I stepped inside that damn nightclub. I couldn't believe my eyes. My blood froze in my veins for a second, then it started boiling like a wild volcano. Natalie was the star of the party tonight, seemingly determined to entertain every man in the venue at the expense of her own dignity. She danced in the middle of the floor, nearly naked, wearing only her underwear. The drunken men surrounded her like flies drawn to honey, while others, sober enough to handle their phones, filmed her and posted the spectacle on social media.

But even then, I had the feeling from the way Natalie's eyes would occasionally trail down the hall that it excited her to potentially be caught. While I knew for a fact that she was the most gorgeous woman on this planet, I didn't want anyone to see her naked but me. It was hard enough having my people witness her in her skin-tight yoga pants and tank tops as she worked out. She was a walking wet dream, one that I had several times. I knew they thought about her and pictured her. They were respectful, but their eyes would trail after her and over her everywhere she went. Even a few of the women would be caught admiring her. It only fed my ego and pride that she was mine.